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25 nb | s𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗁 & 𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁 | snz kink blog | minors dni

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some snot for y'all :)

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just imagining a bed covered in used tissues makes me absolutely feral

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a warm bowl of soup making the sickie's nose run. they have to excuse themselves over and over again. their cheeks are flushed and their voice sounds hoarse, congested. they blow their nose and cough tiredly into a tissue

"i'b really s-sorry.. snddf— i'b such a m'bess right dow.. snff— it's just.."

"hey, shhh. it's okay"

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a sickie feels an intense tickle in their nose in the middle of the night. they know they're about to have a sneezing fit so they quietly step out onto the balcony, hoping not to wake their partner. the cold night air hits them, making them feel even more miserable. they close their eyes, waiting for the first sneeze to come but once it does, they just keep coming, messier, wetter, and more desperate than the last. they can't seem to stop

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i love pathetic little coughs and sniffles. when someone is nowhere near sick enough to stay home, just a little congested and hoarse, but they can’t suppress the sickly little sounds that make it obvious they’re a bit under the weather 🥺

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my nose decides to get all stuffy and runny every single time i eat (idk why) so i always end up blowing my nose into the paper napkins AND IT'S SO EMBARRASSING BYE

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that hoodie they always end up wearing whenever they're feeling under the weather or they're coming down with something 💓

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"how high.. sdff.. s it?"

"39.1°C.. i still don't understand how you got this sick.."

"i dod't kdow— hh.. HHSS'SHIEW! snff.."

"god, you sound awful.. try to rest until lunch, i'll wake you up to give you some medicine and some soup"

"kay.. sdff.. cad you.. pass mbe dobe tissues, p-please..?"

"here.. the box's almost empty, I'll have to buy more"

"thadks— hh.. hee.. HHE'TSHWW! HEE'SSCHIEW! snfff.. god.."

"do you want me to turn on the humidifier?"

"mh.."

"alright, there you go.. now close your eyes. i'll be in the kitchen if you need anything, okay?"

"t-thadk you— sddff.. for takidg care of mbe.."

"just get better soon"

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"come on, you need to get up already"

"leave me alone.. i told you i don't feel good"

"yeah, sure.. stop making excuses. now get out from under the covers before i— oh.. uhm.. you actually weren't lying.."

"are you happy now? just go away, i want to sleep.."

"w-wait, don't be like that.. i'm sorry, okay? look, just stay there. i.. i'll take care of you"

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can't stop thinking about a sickie with a miserable cold missing their partner. without them, the bed feels so big and the apartment feels empty, quiet. they grab their partner's hoodie that they borrowed and put it on. their nose starts to run uncontrollably, not only because of the cold, but also because of the sobs they're trying to hold back. they end up making a snotty mess all over the soft fabric, but somehow that makes them feel a little better. they close their eyes and try to get some sleep while they wait for their partner to come home.

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"m cold.."

"that's the fever talking"

"i already told you m fine.."

"god, how stubborn you are. look, if you admit you don't feel well, i'll give you cuddles"

"then i think m dying.."

"you're insufferable, did you know that?"

"still you're taking care of me.."

"of course i am"

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"hh.. EHH'sshhw! HHE'tshww! ugh.."

"wow, you never let me hear your sneezes. you must be feeling really awful if you're not even trying to hide them"

"i'b tired, i just wadt to go to bed"

"poor thing"

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"feeling any better?"

"dot really.. snddf.. i feel so pathetic rig'dht dow.."

"hey, everyone gets sick, there's nothing pathetic about it"

"i'b the ode who always take care of you, sdff.. dot the other way aroud'd"

"and i'm so grateful about it, but now you're the one who needs to be taken care of, so stop talking and close your eyes, i'll be right here, okay?"

"ugh.. hh— HEHH'tshh"

"bless you"

"yeah, whatdever.. snff.. thadks.."

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someone coming down with a fever because their body has finally decided it’s had enough. they feel completely drained and exhausted. their eyelids are heavy and their head is pounding. they can feel heat radiating from their own body beneath the blankets, yet they’re shivering at the same time. they press a pillow against their chest, searching for some kind of comfort, wishing someone was there to hold them. with trembling fingers, they grab their phone and open the first conversation they see. the bright screen makes their eyes hurt. "hey, can you come over please? i don’t feel well". they type the message and hit send.

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and then the sickie conks out out immediately into a terrible, fitful, feverish sleep. then, they’re woken up a couple hours later to caretaker’s hand on their forehead.

“wha…?”

“you texted me. i came to make sure you’re alright. take this medicine and go back to sleep. soups on the stove.”

sickie goes flops back down onto their pillows and drift back off, finally letting someone else take over for a bit.

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omg yesss, this is so cute

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"hey i'm— why are you crying? are you hurt..? hey.."

"m fine, just.. can you hug me, please..?"

"i'll hug you as much as you want, only if you promise me you'll talk about it later"

"mh.. kay"

"now come here"